Day 234:
Homecoming day, Conor. It was time to pack up and leave the beach... Unfortunately I'm still sick, and lemme tell ya, Boy'O, I've never been this sick... Coming up on two weeks I've had this thing! Whatever it is...
The drive out of Sea Isle, New Jersey took far longer than usual as it was detoured through a more central area of New Jersey to see the Smith family Matriarch, Ms. Dani Smith; Mommy's Grandmother. Sadly Grandma Dani is in the care of professionals as a result of advanced Alzheimers, and so the visit was all to brief for Mommy, MeMeow, and Grandpa K9. Though she's evidently in very good hands and Uncle John frequently visits his Mother. For as difficult a situation as that one is, it would appear this is the best possible solution, and so there's piece of mind which, in my opinion, is invaluable. As for me, I stayed outside with the dogs so as not to leave them in the hot car! Still, I sent my best as they all disappeared into the bright and lively building.
When the trio made their way back to the vehicles, off we went to cruise South bound in the direction of home on the I-95 corridor. Fortunately the traffic flowed and there were no real hiccups getting home. Unfortunately however, with each and every mile I felt myself getting a little sicker and a little weaker... It would become one of the longer rides I've ever taken as I was coughing and hacking the whole way home.
I know I've mentioned in previous posts that I seldom get sick, and the general consensus amongst men with children is, they go to daycare and they come home to give you anything from a common cold to freakin' Typhoid. And because of the birthing relationship between child and mother and the sharing of an immune system, you and Mommy seem to be impervious to it all! Meanwhile,, I'm being handed my hat by bugs and bacteria alike and quite frankly, I'm over it.
No sooner did we pull into the driveway and unload the vehicles, I was back into the Suburban and off to INOVA Urgent Care. Nobody can tell me what I have, as I've already been through a round of antibiotics and to no effect. So the Doc upped the medicine to a stronger antibiotic, prescribed some crazy cough medicine in pill form, and a nasal decongestant to blast up my schnoz... If this doesn't get it, I suppose I've got cause to be concerned.
Regardless Boy'O, the power of positive thinking can overcome a lot more than the common cold. Since you've been in the World, I truly believe I've turned a corner in terms of working through positive thoughts, loving more, forgiving often, and letting go the disappointments of the past. I've been known to be a pessimist, Conor. A doubter. Somebody who struggles to find truth... Be they interpersonal situations or a crisis of faith, makes no difference. Until you decide to make the change, until you find a way to dedicate the time to something greater than yourself, no counselor, no book, no philosopher, and no religion will ever amount to a hill of beans. Illness and physical self is no exception. So maybe, just maybe, this outlook gets me on my feet again! Though I'm sure the medicine will help...
Fingers crossed and positive vibes, Conor. I'll be right as rain in no time flat...
Out with the bad, and bring on ALL the good!
I love you, Son.
-Dad
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